Genetically blessed, but sometimes my minds such a mess.
Think I'll move to Mars,
I swear heaven seems so far.
My spirit touched down to this realm like a star,
Cursed to be drawn to the misconceptions of life,
Striving to be in it but not of it.
If I were shot back into the stratosphere would the strength of my spirit take me far ?
Or would I be held back by negativity and fear ?
I know not, for fear to me is forgotten.
Soaring with my sisters;
A great ball of energy.
Release my transgressions, love myself and fly free.
Granted safe passage from the creator above;
Aspiring to be his vessel,
Pouring out nothing but love ...